“After breakfast, can you guys let me in on the mysterious paintings?” our mother asked.“Sure thing, Jugs!” I answered causing her to blush.�...Did I tell that story yesterday?” she asked, touching the side of her head.“Oh, there’s a story behind that particular nickname, Mom?” I asked.“Yes, eat your breakfast, it’s getting cold!”I dug into it all as did my little sister – Mom always could cook anything she tried, and breakfast was her specialty.“Mom, I promise to cook and clean as needed around. “Go and have a seat,” I said prompting him into the living room, “I will get a bottle and some glasses.”I went into the kitchen collected a bottle I had opened a little earlier.“Are you girls coming in to join us?” I enquired.“Yes, dinner's almost done and I haven’t seen Pete yet,” Patricia said.The two girls headed into the living room ahead of me. As I followed them I noticed that Monica had a really cute bottom. When Patricia saw Pete she gave him a big hug and a kiss. As all the greetings. ”“I know what you want, Buddy.” She gently pushed me onto my back. Her face hovered just above mine, one hand touching my cheek. “You want this to mean something, not just a great shot of hormones.”“Mimi, believe me, it’s nothing to do with you. You’re beautiful.”“I might go as far as ‘cute’,” she said. “And I know what you’re gonna say.”“What am I gonna say?”“No one-night stands. No shackups.”“At least that.”“See?!? You’re this horrible anachronistic Neanderthal of a man, thumping on your. We would get together on the weekends and play pool or do stuff as a group. There was one guy that really caught my eye and he knew it. I eventually got the nerve to ask him out and it happened to be to my senior prom.Don't get me wrong--I had a few dates before him, but not many. I was brought up fairly strictly and really didn't have the looks to get a boyfriend. I had friends and we had great times so I really didn't care. I was a good student, a good daughter, and that is really what.